Adorned in colors she steps ,
As a newly wed ,
With hope in her eyes ,
Blessed with looks divine .
Flowing like a stream ,
Dancing like the clouds ,
She filled their life with joy ,
Making all proud .
Her beauty , her duty , her love , her work ,
Praised each one ,
As she dazzled like a spark .
Beaming glowing radiating shine ,
Clothed days together ,
Wishing happiness to carry on forever and ever .
Red or blue or yellow or green ,
Colors what she loved ,
Making their life vibrant ,
Never wanting to stop .
She never knew ,
Everyone’s not born so lucky ,
To get bathed in sunlight ,
Coz swabbed will be the days in blue .
Those colors those praises those care those love ,
It all just swept apart ,
Giving way to a melancholy journey ,
Awaiting to start .
White was her world , white her life ,
Complementing the blankness ,
Undeclared arrived that misfortune ,
Never hinting even a pinch .
Deceiving her wailing cries ,
It all got washed ashore ,
Escaping clasped clinch .
A living curse labeled she was ,
Coz that’s what a widow is ,
In yesteryear or today’s world ,
And in every one’s eyes .
Forgotten forbidden secluded she remained ,
From festivities in the courtyard ,
Fate bestowed upon her ,
Not blessings but a life unusually hard .
Years passed on and time moved on ,
But she didn’t ever realize ,
What was her mistake ,
Where exactly did she go wrong .
Then , one fine day it came again ,
Spreading splendor across ,
In every street in every house ,
Indiscriminating lament or loss .
Tiny hands dabbed in colors quietly sneaked in ,
Declaring a ‘ Happy Holi ‘ with a radiant grin .
A tinge of yellow touched her clothes ,
Making her feel alive ,
Begging forgiveness to her virtuous heart ,
Having punished , though it wasn’t her crime .
She was pulled into the world once more ,
To live to smile to share ,
Scattered in air the yellow the red ,
Vibrated across the blue ,
Rinsing away strains ,
Carrying away with it ,
Every settled down pitiful gloom .